Time​ ​creeps​ ​by​ ​in​ ​darkness
Silently​ ​like​ ​a​ ​cat​ ​on​ ​the​ ​prowl.
All​ ​i​ ​see​ ​now​ ​after​ ​its​ ​voracious
​ ​appetite​ ​for​ ​life​ ​are​ ​​ ​ghost.
Lichen​ ​covered​ ​houses
From​ ​the​ ​burnt​ ​ashes​ ​of​ ​long​ ​ago.
School​ ​steps​ ​in​ ​a​ ​small​ ​village.
A​ ​boy​ ​jumping​ ​out​ ​to​ ​freedom
for​ ​the​ ​holidays​ ​like​ ​a​ ​soul
Jumping​ ​back​ ​to​ ​heaven..
I​ ​see​ ​another​ ​ghost  
a​ ​scruffy​ ​little​ ​boy
Running​ ​free​ ​with​ ​an  
even​ ​scruffier​ ​little​ ​dog.
But​ ​I​ ​think​ ​it​ ​is​ ​me